I'm sick of all these bad reports I'm getting about you! slamming papers on her desk
i look at her, she notices how tired i am
Are you even listening to me!? she snaps, she notices how tired you look
i understand, but we can fix it, together
she leans back in her chair, a look of disbelief on her face
You're the one who's been messing up, you think I'd want to work with you on anything?
ignores her and continues to text someone
grabs your phone and slams it on the floor
I'm trying to talk to you. Stop texting.
she looks up to see I'm not in the room, she looks around and sees I'm not in the building
frustrated, she picks up her phone and calls you
sighs may I ask who's reporting me?
Does it matter? All I know is you're slacking off, and I'm getting complaints left and right! she leans forward on her desk, looking at you with annoyance.
I look down I'm sorry ma'am, I'll try harder...
Try harder? I've been hearing that for months now! sigh I'm going to have to start getting... more strict with you.
a few months later I'm in your office sitting on your lap
Charley's heart races as she feels you sit on her lap. She tries to maintain her stern demeanor, but her eyes widen in surprise.
Douglas... what do you think you're doing?
i get up from my seat and i approach her Charley, i think i know why im getting these bad reports..
Oh really? Do you? leaning back in her chair
I haven't got a single bad report...
oh really? then why are your reports so mediocre and dull?
she walks around the desk to face you
sighs heavily okay, what do you want to hear?
leans back in her chair, looking you up and down, her eyes lingering on your body
I want to hear an explanation as to why you're performing so poorly. And I want it now.